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He’d barely said anything, but the quiet tension in his presence was like a storm waiting to break. Focus, Ariana, I scolded myself, though the pep talk did little to curb the flood of emotions. Shaking off the lingering sensations, I looked down at the books in my lap—Black Moon Wolf Pack: Origins, Histories V1, and Histories V2. A small note rested on top, with Draven’s distinct handwriting: “Next time, just ask.”

Dorian POV My head was pounding as I flipped through one of the books I had taken from the pack library. After going through about a dozen history books, I still hadn’t found anything about the undead or mages. Nothing at all. The last book I was reading was written in a foreign language, one I wasn’t completely fluent in since the tribe who spoke it had gone extinct. Which made it useless to learn. Well… until now. I had spent more than thirty minutes just reading a single page, and it was driving me insane realizing it was only the introduction I had managed to get through.

But outwardly, he stayed calm. Then Adrian looked at Dante again. “I know we haven’t exactly been friends,” he said slowly, clearly ignoring the topic of Zara’s death. “Especially after what you did to me.” Dante raised an eyebrow. “But I need a favor,” Adrian continued. Dante looked intrigued. “I want you to go to my house,” Adrian said quietly. “Break in if you have to. There are some documents in my drawer.” He leaned closer. “Take them to the bank. The bank details are still inside the drawer.”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, voyeurism, cuckolding themes, therapist/patient breach, rough sex, group settings. 18+ only. All characters are adults 21+. PART 1: THE DEMONSTRATION "So, Maya, you're telling me you've never had an orgasm with Jason?" Dr. Adrian Stone sat in his leather chair, perfectly composed in his tailored suit, looking every bit the professional sex therapist his credentials claimed. Across from him on the therapy couch sat Maya, twenty-four years old and visibly uncomfortable, with her boyfriend Jason fidgeting beside her.

Maybe she got lucky that he saw her and took pity on her situation? Whatever it is... Clayton is a weird person. Despite his kind and concern facade. They were walking around the corner while Sydney is still blabbering as she saw a passing hot guy and told her of her fetish for Olive skinned guys. It was getting dark and Dayanne couldn't stop her panick attack. She's trying to relax but her chest became heavier. She's starting to breathe harshly and hardly. She clutched her chest and leaned her arms on her knees for support as she tried to catch her breath.

I want to surprise him, but I also don’t want to startle him. Adrian only lifts his eyes from the book he’s reading—an old volume about places in Morbóvia, locations not every vampire dares to visit. He stares at me with a cold expression, then returns his gaze to the page, pretending not to notice my presence. Adrian knows I’ve come to speak with him, but apparently he has no interest in hearing me. “Adrian,” I call casually, as if we were friends. He lets out a deep sigh, making it clear that I’m an annoyance to him.

Since Susan is still doing most of the luna’s work until Adron is dead. Every time I walked in here, my breath got taken away. It was beautiful. The smell of books was something I’ll never tire of. There was one book that really stood out to me. It was called The History of Vampire Behavior. Sitting down, I opened it up and began to read.

Undead And Unwed BY MARYJANICE DAVIDSON The first of a long series of books with "undead" in the title — Undead and Unemployed, Undead and Unpopular are others. Frothy, light, too much fashion. I didn't want to go further after the first one. 41-50. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter BY LAURELL K. HAMILTON

"If you can tell me anyway, I just...this is all so ..." The green-eyed woman smiled and rested a gentle hand atop the trembling young girl's writing on the bar. "I understand that sweetie; I'll do my best to help you understand, alright?" After she poured them both mugs of steaming tea to calm both of their fraying nerves, hopefully, she began. "We do this in phases to ensure a successful reanimation. Right now, they will be beginning Phase One, Making sure William's body is back in a state favorable to start the essential functions that sustain life.

It turned out to be a library. I trailed my fingers across the covers of the books, some cracked with age, others polished and new. My eyes looked over the golden ink titles, histories of the Gravepine Pack, volumes of recorded battles, and the chronicles of Adrian’s father. That one caught my attention. For some reason, I wanted to know the man who gave birth to this unpredictable monster.